Also known as driving the porcelain bus, talking to Huey and Ralph on the porcelain phone, or praying on the porcelain phone.

I'm sure there are other fabulously descriptive terms out there!

Worshiping the Great Porcelain God.

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~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~Common sense is not a gift, but a curse. Because thenyou have to deal with all the people who don't have it. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

I'm watching the Olympics and I've been watching short track speed skating. I just made myself giggle with my 12 year old boy thoughts. They skate nose to tail, quite literally. And I had this insane idea that a skater should eat something like cabbage the night before the race to throw off his/her competitors, if s/he has the ability to go to the front.

Apparently, I never grew up...

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After cleaning out my Dad's house, I have this advice: If you haven't used it in a year, throw it out!!!!.

I'm watching the Olympics and I've been watching short track speed skating. I just made myself giggle with my 12 year old boy thoughts. They skate nose to tail, quite literally. And I had this insane idea that a skater should eat something like cabbage the night before the race to throw off his/her competitors, if s/he has the ability to go to the front.

I figured out the other day that the stomach pains I get whenever I have to work overtime isn't from stress. It's because I have to hold my farts in for a few extra hours, instead of getting in my car and letting them rip at 5:02pm like I do normally.

Of course then I pretty much gas myself on my 20 minute drive home. I can't wait for summer when I can roll my windows down and not freeze!

I had some abdominal discomfort this morning, and realized while shopping at Wal-mart that I needed the facilities. I found that the one at the rear of the store was being cleaned and closed. I headed up front and just barely made it. First I have had in a while to that extent.

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ďAll that is gold does not glitter, Not all those who wander are lost; The old that is strong does not wither, Deep roots are not reached by the frost."-J.R.R Tolkien

I'm watching the Olympics and I've been watching short track speed skating. I just made myself giggle with my 12 year old boy thoughts. They skate nose to tail, quite literally. And I had this insane idea that a skater should eat something like cabbage the night before the race to throw off his/her competitors, if s/he has the ability to go to the front.

Apparently, I never grew up...

Would it count as jet propulsion? An unfair advantage?

(no, I never grew up either)

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Out on the patio we'd sit,And the humidity we'd breathe,We'd watch the lightning crack over canefieldsLaugh and think, this is Australia.

I figured out the other day that the stomach pains I get whenever I have to work overtime isn't from stress. It's because I have to hold my farts in for a few extra hours, instead of getting in my car and letting them rip at 5:02pm like I do normally.

Of course then I pretty much gas myself on my 20 minute drive home. I can't wait for summer when I can roll my windows down and not freeze!

I don't hold them in, and wouldn't if I were you. Granted, I try not to let 'em rip when there are other people around if I think they'll stink or make noise, but if they're quiet and scentless, out they go.

So, evidently, my new boots are causing blisters on the tips of my toes. I hadn't noticed them until I put the same boots on today, after an interim of 4 days. The blisters on the biggest 3 toes on each foot burst simultaneously (for each foot) as I put the boots on. It felt oddly like my feet were trying to jet-propel themselves out of said feet. It didn't work - I only ended up with dampish socks and huge amounts of loose skin on the tip of each toe. They're not really painful, just disgusting.

So, evidently, my new boots are causing blisters on the tips of my toes. I hadn't noticed them until I put the same boots on today, after an interim of 4 days. The blisters on the biggest 3 toes on each foot burst simultaneously (for each foot) as I put the boots on. It felt oddly like my feet were trying to jet-propel themselves out of said feet. It didn't work - I only ended up with dampish socks and huge amounts of loose skin on the tip of each toe. They're not really painful, just disgusting.

I think I will be careful about wearing said boots in the future.

I misread "said" boots as "sad" boots. I wondered what on Earth could have happened to make your boots so melancholy. Maybe he had lost his sole mate?

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Knowledge is knowing tomato is a fruit.Wisdom is not putting it in a fruit salad.